#and just immediately rolls with it and finds this hidden talent for being super hot that she would never have discovered as a man

[onsomekindofstartrek]

I ship Delenn/Susan, but like, in the alternate timeline of the pilot, where Delenn was a trans woman that presented as male in season one and then transitioned at the same time as becoming human in the triluminary chrysalis.

It puts such a different cast on the scenes where Susan is (mostly offscreen) bathing her, teaching her how to take care of her hair and so on. Idk maybe it goes along with a trans!Susan headcanon, which isn’t something I’ve really thought about but actually I kind of love it.

[yesvaldemarharder]

NSFWs W/ The Arcana

I’ve decided it’s been a while since I’ve posted on this account so uh...yeah my bad. However, to repay that I’m making this! (You guys should send in requests because what am I supposed to write if y’all don’t send shit in? I wanna know y’all kinks dammit!)

Anyway here you guys go, I’ll be doing the mains and the courtiers.

I’m doing: D for Asra, R for Julian, G for Portia, X for Muriel, Y for Nadia, W for Vulgora, V for Volta, C for Valdemar, O for Vlastomil, S for Lucio, and M for Valerius.

P.s if any of y’all see a clean nsfw alphabet palette send it to me so I can reblog it

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Asra

Asra has a lot of dirty secrets but when he wrapped his hand around your throat one time he actually scared himself. You both had been all over each other.

His hands squeezing at you’re hips, you on your hands and knees shaking, sweating, and panting as you could feel his cock stretching the hole of your womanhood.

How it was tight his naked chest on you sweaty back as he leaned down kissing your neck moving his hands down to fist the sheets as you moved against him, gasping each time his cock would graze your g-spot. Legs shaking for release.

He pace was slow at first but giving you firm sharp thrust, his cock heavy with sperm as he panted lightly against your back.

It was becoming to much, his hot body against your own fucking you like the good girl you was. You surprised him a little when you started to wiggle and moved your hand back to grab his thigh underneath his ass which he shivered at as you pushed your hips firmer against him swooning when the meaty head of his dick slipped into your cervix.

“O-oh Asra I don’t think I can hold it!~” you would whimper before out of nowhere he’d wrap his strong hand around your throat pulling you back until he sat on his legs and you in his lap. His thrust turning brutal as his other cups your breast twisting and teasing the nipple.

You’ll cry out ‘yes!’ As drool slips down your chin and your belly visibly bulges at every hard thrust.

Your sounds are choked up, restricted and yet so inviting. You’re about to cum letting out broken cries as tears soak your cheeks falling down, his hand tightens as he’s giving that one last thrust holding you tightly before he’s cumming filling your womb expecting have you pregnant by tomorrow it seems lol! (I’m wet af thinking to this I hope you guys are happy..)

He lets out a mix of a gasp and growl before loosening his hold, you both falling forward in a sweaty heap. His arms wrapping around you hugging you as you give a breathless giggle.

“I didn’t know you liked choking~”

You’ll coo and he’ll blush a deep red hiding his face in your shoulder before huffing letting out a tired chuckle.

“I didn’t either~”

Julian

When you yank him away from the bar, mind buzzing with alcohol and horniness he yelps.

At first he thinks your angry, or maybe even ready to go home in general but after seeing the lustful look in your eyes he’s blushing. Are you really about to fuck right now? Where though?! The only place that’s hidden at the bathrooms which aren’t that trustworthy since it’s a bar.. people are always in the bathroom.

You pull him into the girls bathroom and he practically squeals, you didn’t even bother to lock the door before your own him jumping on him as you both tumble down to the floor. He’s flustered, one part of him doesn’t want to do this, him being a little protective of anyone seeing your body except him even if it’s another girl. Another part is him before rock hard in his pants.

He moans, arching off the floor as you kiss his neck sucking on the flesh until there’s a big bright hickie that the whole world can see.

He’s hard, cock twitching in his pants pressing against your belly. Fuck it, he didn’t care if someone saw. All he cared about was you choking him out as you rode his dick.

He’ll risk anything for you.

Portia

Is hella goofy after sex. You’ll be tired, her sitting up, hair drifting down her shoulders, body naked and gleaming with a light layer of sweat. This girl will literally like her lips after eating you out like some beast and say

“Oh dear, no wonder I like kitties huh?”

Sure maybe not the best joke but you aren’t sure if your surprised but the words or embarrassed so quickly you hide your blushing face from you lover as she hugs you tight letting out a loud cackle.

P.s I don’t really like Portia in that way so sorry it’s super short. I’m just writing this one time.

Muriel

His cock is a fucking monster. How could it not be?

You gagged, a heavy blush on your cheeks as you sat on your knees, eyes in his flustered face as he watching you. It hurt your mouth and it was heavy on your tongue. Your tongue licking over the large trembling veins. He was bigger than average maybe 10 inches and he was wide.

You could smell it, a nice musky or burnt wood scent filling your nostrils as you slowly lowered your head, your hand shakily gripping your hair as he lets out a low moan leaning his head back sitting on the bed as you held his hips open with your much smaller hands.

You bobbed your head, anything that obviously couldn’t fit you wrapped your hand around it squeezing and jerking.

His hips might nick by accident, your eyes widening and tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. You move your other hand down, sliding it into your panties feeling the slickness, rubbing your digits over your clit making you moan around the head making him whimper.

Your fingers are in you now thrusting making a sloppy sound as your eyes drift shut. You yelp when he’s cumming, thick long spurts shooting down your throat and it rough, like someone hitting your throat but oh you love the taste. You’ll squirt on you fingers gagging a little as cum floods your mouth dripping down your chin but you find a way to swallow it which leaves him shocked.

He wanted you to spit it out but he could say he didn’t like the view..

Nadia

Nadia may not show it but she yearns for you a lot. It’s just something she can’t help especially when you both are working around others.

It’s been weeks since you and Nadia has done anything even remotely sexual, either always tired or you were too nervous to ask. It’s only when one day you both are taking a bath and your back is to her.

Maybe your speaking about how you might have saw a mermaid at the docks or maybe it’s about how foolish Julian can be even though he of course was still your friend. You rant and the water stirs, you don’t really mind it, maybe Nadia was rinsing her hair and at the thought you turn excited to ask her if she needs help.

You miss touching her but work always got in the way and you were scared of her turning you down which would never happen but it was an everlasting thought you had.

Before you can turn you’ll feel her breast on your back, hips pressed against your own. One of her arms slithers around and cups your chin making you tilt your head to look at her while the other is own your lower belly gently rubbing circles.

You feel a sudden burst of heat thanks to her touches and as you look into her eyes you see pain, love, and yearning. So much yearning. You blush deeply letting out a cute little whimper which she leans down kissing your lips.

“N-Nadi~”

“Shh shh, I know darling. Quickly now.”

She order letting you go and quickly you swim over to the edge and slip out of the water sitting on the edge. The droplets running down your body has her following you like a predator on a prey, her long hair swaying in the water as droplets rum down her as well.

You’re not sure what she’ll do but you’ve wanted this for a while now and now that no one was watching she was going to give it to you.

Her hands are spreading your thighs cooing as she looks at your pussy. You want to say it’s just water running down the folds but both and you and her know that’s a fucking lie.

She be down there, tongue licking a slow line before her mouth engulfed you, flicking her tongue over your clit and submerging it in you hot wet cavern as if she wants to eat you...and baby, it seems like she hasn’t eaten in weeks!

If ya know what I’m saying.

Of course you do... perv.

You don’t last long, not with all the talent that she holds. It it’s too long later when your hands are in her hair pulling as you cry out her name, your cream falling out onto her tongue as she watches your every twitchy move, like a beast in the night.

When she’s stressed you better be ready to handle her when your both alone.

Lucio

Your pushing on his chest, tears soaking the pillow your head was currently, nipples rock hard, pussy spasming around his meaty cock.

His eyes are focused in on you watching you break down under him, grabbing at him crying out for him like your life depended on it, like you couldn’t live without him. A thought he liked a lot.

He had held another masquerade, people flocking all over to dance and eat his food. He grew bored however answering questions an dealing with annoying guest and so he decided to search you, his lover, out. When he had found you you had been converting without someone who absolutely didn’t mean shit to him. In a flurry he whisked you away somewhere more hidden and quiet pinning you up against the wall immediately sucking your neck and pressing between your thighs.

You had been surprised at first but give in giving a little pout. How could you resist such a snack? And then you both were in the bedroom.

Your first orgasm was lovely, each one was until you hit your fifth...now

This...This is your sixth orgasm! He’s still bucking, a savage smirk on his lips as his hips slam down once more, his cock breeding you, digging deep into your guts as you drool, cheeks a deep red.

“L-Lucio!~”

You’ll cry at his animalistic thrust to which he’ll lean down and capture one of you nipples in his heated mouth. You swoon, his tongue rolling and flicking the bud until his teeth liftly nips if.

It hurts and yet it feels so good, his gauntlet has a firm grip on the sheets next to you and his hand hand is rubbing circles on you rock hard clit, your hips shaking violently on their own. You nails dig into his chest and he loves it, red lines running all the way down his strong, white chest.

He’s sweaty, skin layered in the salty goodness, his hair swinging in his face - some strands sticking to his head. He’s letting out rabid breaths, abs curling with each hard thrust his gives.

You cry out, back arching as you cum again coloring his cock in your cream pie, squeezing him like a vice as you lay breathless, boneless, and wrecked. You can’t anymore... he hasn’t even cummed once!

And then he does and the sperm is so heavy you swear you sink into the bed a little. His hands are roughly gripping your thighs as he brings a harsh kiss down kissing your lips as he slams in deep wanting to make sure not a single drop fell out. He’s on you slowly pulling out, you can feel his tired cock leaving your wrecked pussy, he pulls your hips up over his thighs making sure the cum didn’t slip out and stain the sheets.

He’ll start to chuckle and you’ll send a look with is in between a pout and a glare. Gently he’ll kiss you purring against your body as he hugs you close.

“Sorry darling, I was excited.”

Courtiers UwU

Volta

You love hearing her sweet moans, she’ll grab your hair with her smaller hands, careful not to dig his nails into your scalp as you sitting between her trembling legs.

Her dress pulled up over her hips and panties pulled aside as you start at her clit, tongue laying flat on the heated sex before you take the clit in your mouth.

You blush hearing her loud cry, you had barely did anything and she’s already arching as though you had your fingers in her. She’s cute though and you can’t help but chuckle feeling her legs tighten around your head, hips rolling as she cry’s out again

Yeah it’s gonna be a long night

Vlastomil

He’s fucking good, at giving. He loves receiving as well but he’s a soft boy, he wants to taste your every chance he gets.

Your at his manor, in his lap, your hands cupping his cheeks as you kissing him humming each time his hands gripped your hips or pinched the skin.

You’re wet and he’s hard, your eyes closed as you run your hand through his hair, rolling your hips slowly and firmly over the bulge in his pants. His robes already off, discarded onto the floors leaving his chest naked which is surprisingly very firm, it’s lean but you can feel the muscles as he pulls you closer.

He’s blushing a deep red as your tongue licks his bottom lip, you bite the flesh pulling it playfully in your teeth. Him pushing you back onto the bed in sudden.

Your only in panties and one of his shirts that hung on you no matter your height or weight. He grips your thighs and for a second you’re a bit surprised but you can quickly see where this is going and you can’t help but smirk as he puts your legs over his shoulders.

He has two tongues and god damn does he know how to use them! When your panties are practically ripped off his kissing your thighs. It doesn’t matter if you has stretch marks or not, he’s all over you.

You watch this with lustful eyes as you takes an area close to your heat into his mouth, teasing you as he sucks and nips the flesh until there’s a dark bruise and now your biting your bottom lip reaching down to pet him. Running your hands through his hair.

The process is agonizingly slow, your core hot with need but his actions to cover you with hickies is greater than actually eating you out. Before you can whine about it he’s sinking not only one, but both his tongues into you.

Your eyes roll, lungs losing their air for a second as your hand tightened in his hair. He moans loudly causing vibrations and uncontrollably your legs twitch, jumping up at the feeling. They’re long and thick and their quick as well, pumping you with hard thrust.

Soon your sent into a frenzy, he loves your so much. You taste lovely on his tongues and he’s watching you fall apart happy he could oblige. He of course wanted you to suck his dick after which of course you would do since he’s your lover but he really did love watching you like this which explained why he did it so much.

Valerius

Drunk teasing.

Do not touch him. It’s one thing that he’s probably drunk, it’s another for you to be teasing him at the same time.

Your hands at tied behind your back, shivers running up and down you as you can hear him getting stripped, fabrics falling to the floor. You’re forced to stay in a mounting position, hips up face down. Your embarrassed, you can feel slick running down the inner of your thighs. You nipple hard and skin tingling with anticipation.

You had been messing with him to whole day, grabbing his hair, rubbing his chest, sitting in his lap, kissing his neck and what made it worse was when he warned you not to do as such and you did. It left him flustered and angry at the same time, you teasing him as if his words were just a game.

He eventually dragged you off throwing toy on your shared bed, which led to you being tied and practically having your clothes ripped off.

He’s behind you now, you can feel his body weight adding to yours making the bed sink. Your anxious and without much thought you wiggle your butt which recieves a hard slap that makes you gasp loudly sending you forward a little. There’s a sting now and he gripped the reddened flesh leaning over your back to growl into your ear.

“Slut, shaking your ass for me. Be patient.”

You whimper feeling his heat, his cock back there throbbing. You want it, you want it bad and honestly you don’t want to have a punishment! You’re so fucking wet that you need him now. So what’s the only thing you know will make him lose his cool? His daddy and breeding kink.

“D-Daddy~”

You whimper and his hand immediately stops, his gaze lifting to look at your eyes from over your shoulders. Your pleading for him to fuck your guts and with the ragged breath he let out it seemed like he was going to do it.

You let out a loud moan when his thumbs spread your pussy open, his body leaning back so he can stare at your cervix, his cock shooting out a load of precum. You nuzzle you pillows, blushing deeply as you reflexed. Your hole tightening a little before staying open. You hear him let out a groan and before you know it he’s pushing his thick head in making you bite down on the pillow you have been nuzzling.

He’s slowly at first but then he slams in, filling your cunt with his size. You jerk letting out a high pitched cry as he slams in and out watching you struggle to control your noises and movements. His hands are on you hips now watching your back with an annoyed but loving gaze nonetheless.

“H-Hard!~ Ah, cum in me d-daddy! Give me your babies!”

He’s a little surprised at first but damn does it get him riled up. His thrust sharp and firm.

He’s in you for nearly 30 minutes but you toss your head back, hips rolling as drool fell from your lips. Orgasm crashing over you like a tsunami. It leaves you shaken and whimpered before he gives a few more hard thrust before filling you to the brim with his cum.

Vulgora

Uh oh. They’re jealous of you and that twink you talk to. I reality you both are just friends but in Vulgora’s head that mother fucker wants to breed you like some sort of slut. Which is obviously THEIR job and no one else’s!

They have you pinned, your hanging off the bed a bit, your top half on the bed however your bottom half isn’t. You legs wrapped around their waist as they growl.

You already knew where this was going and you loved it. Today you had been hanging with your friend again, the smallest action had the Pontifex angry with murderous rage. Your friend had kissed your hand, simply wishing you farewell as you stood in front of Vulgora’s manor where they watched the whole scene.

There goes another body for their hit list they supposed.

They’ll walk over to you and without toss you their shoulder before running into the manor. You yelp surprised blushing a bit when they pin you. It hits you hard and you give a wide smirk as they glare.

“What, what’s so funny pet?!”

They’ll snarl and you’ll coo leaning up kissing their neck to which they shuddered. Eyes slanted and cat like.

“You’re jealous~”

They’ll bite down on your shoulder making it bleed but you love it. An arch coming from as your legs tighten around their waist. You’ll moan and they grunt before licking the wound marking you.

“Of course I am!” They yell in your face and now your panting under them like the bitch you are. You roll your hips and they pause before growling against your skin. Something in their pants wiggles and then gets hard, you feel it prodding at you between the legs.

You purr before they literally rip off you pants and fuck the shit out of you.

Valdemar

Oh boy this is my favorite! I love em so much smh.

Valdemar is sadistic and that comes into everything they do even sex with you. They can form anything much like the Pontifex but they summon multiple as well.

They’re holding your leg up with one hand, their claw digging into the flesh of your meaty thigh, their other hand holding you down by your neck as they use their leg to keep your other leg open, stopping your thighs from snapping closed while their between them.

Your letting out loud moans as they rolled their hips, nails digging into your throat choking you out. They smile a wide smile, a dark blush coloring their cheeks as the watch you with complete fascination.

You’re gripping the head board with your free hand. The tentacle in you is long, fat, and feral. The thrust are hard, teasing. You squirted a couple of times, each one leaving you shaking and teary eyed. You wanted them to stop but Valdemar wasn’t stopping not after what you said earlier.

You grinned and they lifted a brow as you came up wrapping your arms around their waist hugging their chest. Curiously your fingers ran down their chest feeling, tweaking, and caressing them. They turned away shuddering when you purred. They were too tall for you to lick their ear but standing on your tiptoes you kiss their neck where they were wrapped up.

“Sensitive today aren’t we?~”

You teased and they huffed turning in your arms cupping your cheeks with their hands. You purr and they lifted a brow.

“Are you trying to start something my little human?”

They spoke back leaning down. You pulled their mask down kissing their lips. It surprised them, their eyes wide but soon they kissed back, your hand moving up to grab one of their horns. They shudder again and maybe they tried to hold back but as you whispered against them they accepted their challenge.

Leaving you in the situation you were currently in.

Their hips snapped forward again and you cried, choking once more. Every now and then their hand would loosen letting you take in much needed air before they tighten it again. They lean down in your face giving you a hard kiss as you try to return it, you lips clashing with theirs before you sink your tongue into their mouth in a sloppy kiss. They’ll growl pulling back a little.

“What more my dear?~”

They’ll hum and before you can answer a second tentacle prods at your ass before sliding in. They watch as you toss your head back gasping, your hand that had been on the headboard moves pushing on their naked sweaty chest weakly. It’s too much and it’s so hot and you feel another orgasm coming.

“V-Valdemar!~ Val!~”

You wheeze and oh shit.. you’re cumming. You tremble, your shaking all over, cream flowing out of you. Valdemar takes mercy before giving one last sharp thrust sending a burst of sticky cum. It fills you, your belly bulging and they groan loosening their hand.

I imagine their cum is inky black and sticky or maybe slimy. If you guys want cum headcanons just ask!

[5hfanfiction]

there's nothing like me and you (and you know it)

there’s nothing like me and you (and you know it)

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Famous Lauren sets up a dating account and uses her real picture. Camila meets up with her after the site matches them, thinking that she’s definitely going to get catfished.

Hit me up at jaureguicabello5eva on ao3/wattpad

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Lauren has been looking at her computer screen for a good twenty minutes and she’s ready to call it quits and succumb to her ultimate fate of never finding anyone. She thinks she’ll be fine growing old alone with just her two cats if she doesn’t have to talk about what she likes to do in her free time ever again. Because now that she thinks about it, she doesn’t have much free time in her lifestyle anyway and so when she has a cleared schedule for the first time in almost two whole years, it’s like she’s forgotten how to function like a normal, social person.

She just finished her worldwide tour and has been give a couple months of break before she has to be back in the studio and although she’s thoroughly enjoyed it thus far, she was also reminded of just how single she is. Her best friend, Dinah, tired of her dramatics and constant complaints about being single finally pushed her to make a dating profile online because you never know, Laur. There are success stories in those things too, you know. Your last real relationship was your cheating ex and it’s time you get him out of your system, girl!

The raven-haired girl thought about it for a while and figured she doesn’t have much to lose.

What are your hobbies?

Lauren thinks about what she does when she’s not on stage or the studio or writing music. She wiggles her fingers, hovering just above the keyboard of her laptop as if that’s suppose to help her type up her profile.

“Okay,” she says to herself. “I like…to watch the food channel,” she says out loud as she types. “Oh! And hanging out with my cats. I also like to read anything and everything I can get my hands on.” Once she starts typing, she starts getting more comfortable and actually begins to feel excited to know that she has a life outside of music after all. “I prefer quiet nights in over partying in a club on the weekends and am currently learning how to knit.”

Lauren has a huge smile on her face when she starts to reread her profile, which quickly drops into a frown once she finishes going over it. “Oh my god, I’m a 90-year old grandma,” she groans as she drops her head on the dinner table and whines to herself. “God, this is stupid. How did I let Dinah talk me into doing this?” she asks herself. “There’s gotta be better ways to meet people.”

She reluctantly finishes the rest of her profile, citing her eyes as the first thing people notice about her (despite the question specifically saying “other than appearance”), music as the one thing she can’t live without, and the brain as the part of the body that she’s most attracted to. She figures that’s really not where that question was trying to lead her to but she doesn’t really give a fuck at this point. Whoever this site is going to match her with is just going to have to deal with her singing, knitting, and books-reading ass.

The green-eyed girl downs the rest of the wine in her glass and looks over the profile one more time, uploading one of her favorite pictures from her recent Vogue shoot as her profile pic before she clicks on submit. She heads straight to her bedroom afterwards and refuses to give the site another look, figuring that whatever happens, happens.

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Camila’s attention is brought out of watching MasterChef Junior when she hears an unfamiliar chime on her phone. She raises an eyebrow at the notification when she sees it’s from the dating site she’s been on for a couple weeks now.

Her roommate and best friend, Normani, had created a profile for her without her knowledge because the girl thinks it’s high time Camila moved on from her ex and she couldn’t take the pouting and moping around anymore so she took matters into her own hands.

In Camila’s defense, it had only been, like, two years since…she who shall not be named, so it hasn’t been that long. And she really is over the girl. She swears on it. Maybe she still feels a tiny, minuscule, super small, barely-noticeable bit of care for the other girl, but that’s probably only because they grew up as best friends and she was Camila’s first everything. So yeah, she’s not going to just abandon and completely forget the girl, even though that’s what she did to Camila, but she is over her.

Anyways, to prove her point, after initially freaking out over a dating profile that she did not create herself, Camila eventually gave in, if only to convince her friend that she’s totally fine and is just completely enjoying the single life, is all.

She’s changed a few things on her profile that Normani would probably shake her head at, but she figures she should be as honest as possible as to not send the wrong impression on whoever matches with her.

The brunette looks at the profile that was matched to her and laughs out loud in her empty apartment. The girl is using Lauren Jauregui, famous world-wide, multi-platinum selling pop star, as their profile picture and has hanging out with her cats and knitting on their list of hobbies. This girl is unbelievable, she thinks. How dumb can she be to use an actual famous person to catfish?

She shakes her head at the person and at the site creators for matching her with an obviously sketchy person and is ready to reject the match and exit out of it when she comes up with a brilliant plan. She’s going to meet up with this person and give them a lesson about fooling people on the internet. The brown-eyed girl thinks it should be fun to call someone out on their bullshit.

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Lauren is fixing herself some cereal when she gets the dating app notification on her phone and she makes a mad dash to retrieve it before Dinah gets to it. The blonde Polynesian raises an eyebrow at her, which the raven-haired girl just shrugs off.

“Oooh, you got a hot date, Lauser?” the taller girl asks teasingly, waggling her eyebrows for effect.

“Shut up, Dinah,” Lauren rolls her eyes at the girl and moves away from her to read the notification. “Why are you still here anyway?” she huffs while discreetly trying to read the notification.

“Ally’s running a little late,” the other girl shrugs, but Lauren’s attention is elsewhere.

The raven-haired girl smiles at the profile that was matched to her. The girl, Camila, listed eating bananas as a hobby and talks about writing music as well, immediately intriguing the singer. After reading more about the girl’s favorite author, Charles Bukowski, and music artists, Ed Sheeran and The 1975 among others, the green-eyed girl decides she’d like to meet up with the girl. The picture on her profile is a whole body picture so Lauren has a hard time really seeing the details of her face but she can tell that the girl probably has Latin roots based on her features and one thing that’s not hard to notice, is that ass.

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Lauren: Hey (:

Camila: Hi ((:

Lauren: I read your profile and it says that you like The 1975? I love them and actually met Matty a couple times before

Camila: Really?! That’s so cool, I’d love to meet the whole band someday. *sighs* Anyways, I saw that you’re into knitting? How’s that going?

Lauren: It turns out I’m not as good with my fingers as I thought

Lauren: Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I totally didn’t mean for that to come off as sexual

Camila: lmao, well I hope your lack of talent in the fingers department is limited to knitting ;)

Camila cringes at the message she sends in the dating app’s messenger. Is she really flirting with this catfishing lady?

Lauren: haha, well that’s for you to find out ;) anyways, since the dating app gods have decided that we make a good match based on our profiles, would you be willing to meet up?

Camila thinks about it for a second and decides to go on with her plan.

Camila: Sure! Where do you wanna go?

Lauren: Well, I was thinking we could go somewhere kind of quiet? Like somewhere public, but also discreet. I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but I just don’t want big crowds

Camila re-reads the last message a few times and furrows her brows. Is this girl really sticking to the persona of Lauren Jauregui?

Camila: Yeah sure, your location says L.A., so how about the café by broadway and center street, it’s pretty low-key and only hardcore hipsters or 90-year old grandmas go to that one

Lauren: sounds like my kind of place. I’ve never been, but that should work. When are you free?

Camila: I have work all week so how does Friday night sound? Around seven?

Lauren: I’ll see you then (:

Camila: ((:

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Lauren is fidgeting with her fingers as she nervously looks around. She’s wearing a baseball cap with her hair tied through the hole in the back and a grey NY hoodie with black ripped jeans so as to keep a low profile but she can’t help but think she’ll be found out. This is L.A. after all. She chose a somewhat hidden corner in the café and hopes Camila will be able to find her. As she surveys the area however, she feels a little relieved that not a single person is paying attention to her, everyone else too absorbed in their laptops and books and skinny lattes.

She had continued texting with Camila as they eventually progressed to exchanging numbers throughout the week leading up to their meet up and she can’t help but be excited. The girl is funny and intelligent and absolutely adorable from the conversations she’s had with the brunette and she can’t wait to learn more.

Camila, on the other hand, is rushing through the streets in an attempt to try to get to the café on time. She’d taken a nap after her work and slept past the time she was planning to get up for her meet up with Lauren. Despite enjoying her conversations with the girl, she’s still determined on calling out the girl for pretending to be someone else.

The brunette enters the café and looks around, trying to spot a baseball cap and a grey hoodie as that’s what “Lauren Jauregui” said she’d be wearing. She finds the back of the girl’s head in the corner and slowly approaches her, trying to replay in her head what she would say to the girl.

She takes the last few steps and gets in the raven-haired girl’s line of view, getting ready for her attack when her eyes land on Lauren’s face and her words die in her mouth. Her brown eyes widen at the sight of the girl, free of make-up but looking as every bit as flawless as she does whenever Camila had seen her on TV. Her green eyes are bright and her lips are plump and full while a single diamond stud rests on her left nostril and Camila is finding it hard to breathe.

She remains standing gawking at the girl before Lauren slowly stands up and awkwardly clears her throat, “Um – hello,” she says with a small wave of her hand. “I’m Lauren. You’re Camila, right?” she says while extending her hand and Camila snaps out of her trance.

“Holy shit!” the brunette exclaims, pointing an accusatory finger at Lauren while the raven-haired girl’s eyes widen in panic as she looks around to see if anyone is paying attention to them. “You’re Lauren fucking Jauregui,” she continues at a volume that makes Lauren cringe.

“Um, yeah” the green-eyed girl responds unsurely. “We’ve been talking for a week and I posted a picture of myself on my profile,” she explains. “You didn’t know?” she asks with a confused face.

Camila just shakes her head to try to get her thoughts together. “You’re actually Lauren Jauregui!” she exclaims again. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Then she looks around and looks like she just figured something out. “Oh shit, am I on Punk’d or something? Is Kutcher going to come out or what?” she says while laughing and enthusiastically looking around.

“Um no,” Lauren says. “Look, Camila. You seem like a nice girl, but can you tone it down a bit?” she whispers. “I really don’t wanna draw the attention of the paps here.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Camila says as she ignores the girl’s pleas. “Lauren Jauregui actually decided she wanted to meet up with me,” she says in wonder. Then her expression changes to one of anger? “Why didn’t you tell me you were the real Lauren?! This whole time I thought I was going to get catfished?”

“I’m sorry?” Lauren says, hesitating for a bit. “For not catfishing you, I guess. But seriously,” she says while looking around desperately. “You really need to be quiet,” she begs as she surveys the place and sees that a couple customers are now looking at them.

“Be quiet?! I can’t be ‘quiet,’” she says while making exaggerated air quotes with her fingers.

“I really don’t want to do what I’m about to do,” Lauren warns. “So please, can you just sit down and we can talk?” she tries one last time.

Camila just shakes her head vigorously with a matching wag of her finger. “Oh no,” she laughs. “We’re not just gonna ‘sit down and talk’ – OH!”

Her words are interrupted with a yelp when she feels herself being lifted off the ground as Lauren throws her over her shoulder, wrapping her arms around her legs as she scurries towards the exit in the back.

“Oh my god, Lauren! Put me down,” she cries.

Lauren just continues to easily carry her to the far end of the parking lot and Camila feels herself being gently placed inside a BMW 3 Series. She sees Lauren hurry around the car and get in the driver’s seat, driving out of the lot after buckling her seat belt on.

“Put on your seat belt, please” Lauren says as she turns to a stunned Camila for a second.

Camila does as she says when she finally snaps out of her daze and looks around. “Damn, this car is nice,” she whistles. Lauren just chuckles and shakes her head,

“Thanks.”

The brunette notices that they pull in another small restaurant’s parking lot and she turns to the raven-haired girl, who’s turned in her own seat to address the girl.

“Okay, look,” Lauren says as she gestures to the place around them. “See, we’re still in a public place and you are free to get out whenever you want,” she clarifies. “I don’t want you thinking I’m kidnapping you or anything,” at which the brunette just raises an eyebrow. “I just didn’t know what to do and I panicked, okay? You wouldn’t stop freaking out and I really needed you stop talking before you drew any more attention to us,” she sighs. “I’m sorry for just carrying you like that,” the dark-haired girl says as she looks down ashamed.

Camila chuckles, causing Lauren to snap her head back up to look at the brunette. “No, no I’m sorry for being so extra,” she says with a light laugh. “I just – I really did not expect this to be real,” she shakes her head at herself.

“I mean, I don’t know why you were so surprised,” Lauren replies. “I posted a picture of myself and wrote my whole name in.”

Camila looks at her curiously, “Yeah, but ordinary people use famous people’s pictures all the time. I didn’t expect a famous person to be on a dating site and I definitely didn’t expect a celebrity to actually reveal themselves right away. I can’t believe you used a real picture.”

“Was I not supposed to use a real picture of myself?”

“Do you not know that you’re famous or something?” Camila asks amusedly while a faint blush forms on Lauren’s cheeks as she rubs the back of her neck. “Oh my god, you’re so adorable,” the brunette coos.

Lauren swats Camila’s hand gently when she tries to pinch her cheeks as she straightens up to ask what she was going to say, “So – um – did you wanna continue this date?” the dark-haired girl asks insecurely, eyes darting anywhere but Camila’s.

Camila smiles at the girl’s nervousness and nods her head enthusiastically, “Are you kidding? Of course! Yeah, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, um – nothing in particular. But I would like, if possible, somewhere low-key, you know?” she asks, meeting the brunette’s eyes. “I just don’t want the paps involved.”

“I know just the place.”

–

Camila gives Lauren directions and they eventually arrive at some hole-in-the-wall place that serves Cuban food.

“Their food here is absolutely amazing,” Camila says eagerly as they walk through the entrance, holding the door open for the other girl. “And the service is phenomenal. I know you’re Cuban-American so I thought you might like this place,” she explains as she looks around for a familiar face.

“Yeah, I’m definitely excited. I’m always down for Cuban food, you know?” Lauren smiles at the girl and the brunette can’t help but notice how a slight Cuban accent lingered around her words. Lauren looks around and marvels at how at-home she feels in the place. The restaurant is mostly dimly lit with dark shades of red painting the walls and fairy lights strategically strung around the entire dining area. There are also several framed photos that capture the Cuban atmosphere, Lauren notes as her eyes linger over the photos of street-cart vendors and narrow roads planked by antique buildings as well as Cuba’s beautiful beaches.

“Camilita!” they hear someone call for Camila and they turn to see an elderly Hispanic man walking towards them with outstretched arms, which the brunette eagerly runs into. “I’m so glad you can stop by, mija” the man says as they pull back, beaming at each other.

“Please,” Camila mock scoffs. “You know I can’t stay way from this place,” she teases the old man.

“Oh, of course. Of course,” he chuckles as he brings his attention to the the dark-haired girl, who’s still looking at the place around them.

“Oh, this is Lauren” Camila says gesturing to the girl as she introduces the the two. “Lauren, this is Alfredo, my second father basically,” the brunette smiles at the two of them as they shake hands.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir” Lauren says. “This is quite the place you have,” she says with pure admiration in her voice.

“Lauren?” Alfredo says as he scrunches his face in thought. “You look like somebody I’ve seen before, huh?” he muses.

Camila’s eyes find Lauren’s green ones and she’s able to figure out what the dark-haired girl is wanting to tell her without the use of words. “Oh, you’ve met too many people, Alfred,” Camila jumps in. “There’s bound to be similarities every now and then.”

“Ah, you’re right, mija” the man replies. “It’s the old age, you know?” he says lightheartedly. “It’s starting to get to me,” he chuckles. “Anyway, let me sit you and your friend, this way,” he says kindly as he ushers them to a corner.

Camila and Lauren continue their date as they bond over authentic Cuban food. “Oh my god,” Lauren moans into her food as she takes the first bite. “This is so good,” she says approvingly and Camila has to divert her eyes from the girl’s look of pleasure before she lets her imagination run wild.

“Right? I told you you’d love it here,” she smiles at the girl once she composes herself.

“I definitely do,” the dark-haired girl says while nodding her head. “So how do you know the owner?” Lauren asks after swallowing her food.

“Um, my parents have always been very busy people,” the brunette shrugs. “Being doctors and all, so I used to come here all the time when I was younger,” Camila smiles at the memory. “Alfred, and his wife Maria, are kind of like a second set of parents.”

“Oh, okay,” Lauren nods as she listens.

They learn more about each other, Lauren telling Camila some stories of her childhood, ones the younger girl hadn’t heard from the media or found out through Google, while Camila tells Lauren more about her own life and how she works as a writer for a major publication in L.A. They bond over their shared passion in music and talk about their similar tastes in music.

At the end of the date, Camila is glad she wasn’t catfished after all and Lauren feels like she hadn’t completely lost all of her social skills as she finds it easy to converse with Camila.

“Okay, since you decided on this date,” Lauren says as she wipes her mouth with a napkin, running her tongue over her lips afterwards to rid of any remaining food traces on her mouth, an action that Camila’s eyes immediately follow. “How about, I invite you for dinner for our second one?”

“At your place?” Camila asks, surprised.

“Yeah, why not?” Lauren shrugs. “I’ve been watching the food channel a lot and I really want to try this casserole I saw once and maybe I can impress you with my cooking skills,” the green-eyed girl says with a bright smile and who is Camila to really deny this adorable human being anything that she wants.

“But I could be a serial killer stalker or something,” Camila tries one more time.

“Are you?” Lauren asks seriously.

“No.”

“Well then,” the raven-haired girl claps her hands enthusiastically. “We’re on for the second date!”

Camila shakes her head fondly at the girl across from her. “Okay. We need to teach you how to deal with meeting people on the internet and inviting strangers to your home,” the brunette smiles as the other girl just flushes red.

–

Camila walks out of the elevator that leads directly into Lauren’s living room after getting escorted by the security to the dark-haired girl’s penthouse.

“Wow,” the brunette says to herself as she looks around, the place surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides. “Really living that rock star life, huh?” she teases the other Latina, who’s frantically moving around the kitchen, hair up in a messy bun and in an apron that has Know What Tastes Even Better Than My Cooking? with an arrow pointing down written on the front. “Nice apron,” Camila says with a laugh.

“Yeah yeah,” Lauren says dismissively, still stirring something on the stove. “My best friend thinks she’s hilarious. “Make yourself comfortable. There’s drinks by the bar or juice in the fridge or coffee or tea and I ha-”

“I got it,” the brunette responds with a light chuckle. “Just focus over there Gordon Ramsey,” she says teasingly while helping herself to a glass of water.

After a few more moments of small talk and Lauren working around in the kitchen, they’re finally setting up the table and Camila can’t help but be excited from the aroma that’s easily permeating the room. They sit down on one side of Lauren’s gigantic dining table and Lauren sets her forearms in front of her, waiting eagerly as the brunette across the table gathers some food on her spoon, getting ready to take the first bite.

Camila smiles at the girl, whose green eyes are wide and bright and she can tell the girl is holding her breath so she teases her and takes her time in lifting the spoon to her mouth.

“Cameeelaa,” Lauren whines. “Just taste it already.”

“Okay, okay,” Camila concedes while laughing at the girl. “Stop looking like an over-eager puppy and distracting me then.” Lauren flushes pink and rolls hers eyes to try to hide her embarrassment.

Camila finally takes a bite and it’s – horrible. Like, absolutely, without a doubt, incredibly horrific. How Lauren managed to make such a simple dish seem like it was concocted in a lab by mad scientists is beyond Camila.

She keeps it in her mouth with a tight-lipped smile and starts to chew slowly, so as to not accidentally swallow huge chunks and choke to death. Lauren is still looking at her with her excited eyes and her dazzling smile and Camila wants to throw up, but at the same time, it would be like kicking a puppy if she told her the truth. If it were anyone else, Camila would have simply gathered her things and ran out. Maybe call the police for attempted poisoning, but she figures Lauren is too pretty for jail so she stays.

“Mmm,” Camila says as she swallows the first bite, fighting the urge to cough as the rough texture of the food remnants scratch at her throat. “That was sooo good,” she says with a pained-looking smile.

Lauren’s facial expression drops and she pouts. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” It’s horrendous actually, but the brunette thinks she doesn’t need to be technical. “Let me taste it,” she says while trying to get some food from Camila’s plate.

“No!” Camila exclaims, pulling the plate out of reach from the girl. She doesn’t want her to be poisoned as well. Camila gathers more food onto her spoon and shoves it in her own mouth with a slight grimace. “See? It’s good,” she says around a mouthful of the devil’s casserole. “It’s really good,” she moans exaggeratedly. “You’re gonna put Bobby Flay out of business,” the girl insists.

Lauren watches the girl, absolutely endeared by her antics. She shakes her head as she gently pries the plate away from Camila and starts to put away the dishes. “I appreciate you trying to spare my feelings, but you look like you’re going to vomit so” she says as she continues to put away the dishes. “While you go ahead and do that, I’ll order us some pizza. How does that sound?” she asks the girl, whose eyes light up at the thought of edible food and Lauren feels like she’s falling a little more each day.

–

They continue to date secretly but not secretly at the same time. Lauren isn’t going to hold any press conferences anytime soon detailing her new romance, but she isn’t exactly hiding it either. She’s given up (as well as her manager) a long time ago on trying to convince other people on a certain image so she doesn’t care if people see that she’s dating a woman. Her biggest concern is worrying about keeping Camila from getting too involved in the messy paparazzi so she tries to find quiet places to take her to.

They’ll go on a few dates out every once in a while, but for the most part, they stay in watching movies and just enjoying each other’s company, basking in how they can go from intellectually stimulating one another and keeping each other on their toes, to cracking stupid jokes.

celeb_entertainment: Singer-songwriter Lauren Jauregui spotted leaving a restaurant in West Hollywood with unnamed brunette bombshell. Check out the pics of these gal pals! www.celeb_entertainment.com

@jauregayforlmj: 👀 👀 👀 

@ilovelernjergi: damn @LaurenJauregui…what’s her @…asking for a friend

@noticemelauren: okay but when are you going back on tour @LaurenJauregui???

@slutforjauregui: guysss!!! I found her! @camilacabello97 hi (((:

@jaguarnation: what are your intentions for our smol human bean? @camilacabello97? ✋👊

@marrymelauren: y’all delusional I swear

–

Camila: Lauren!

Lauren: Camila!

Camila: your fans are blowing up my twitter )):

Lauren: Aw, poor baby. This is what you signed up for when you decided to date me tho so

Camila: I cant even use twitter w/o it crashing :((

Lauren: are they being mean to you?

Camila: no, well, most of them aren’t. they’re just looking out for you

Lauren: give me their @s

Camila: lo, it’s okay. I blocked those one or two accounts *shrugs*

Lauren: im sorry, camz

Camila: Laur, it’s really fine. trust me. most of your fans have been actually pretty sweet

Lauren: okay, if it gets out of hand, just let me know

Lauren: anyway, im coming over. I need cuddles

Camila: is that all you need

Lauren: and I gotta eat too

Camila: I don’t have food

Lauren: good thing I didn’t mean food

Camila: Get. Here. Now.

Lauren: yes ma’am

–

Camila picks up her ringing phone and braces herself for the inevitable yelling coming her way. “Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao!” her mom’s voice rings through the receiver and she moves the phone a tiny bit from her ear to preserve her hearing. Lauren smiles amusedly against her neck as they cuddle on the couch, the green-eyed girl leaving soft nips along the column of her throat while sneaking a hand under her shirt and rubbing the warm skin.

“Hi mami, I miss you too,” she greets her mom, who huffs at her reply. She holds onto Lauren’s wrist, stopping the girl’s wandering hands from going any further than the underside of her boob and gives her a glare, which the dark-haired girl kisses off with a cheeky smile. The older girl opts to sitting next to Camila instead and intertwining the brunette’s hand that’s not holding her phone with her own, kissing the back of it sweetly before playing with her girlfriend’s fingers. Camila’s lips quirk up in a soft smile at how affectionate her girlfriend is.

Her mom’s voice brings her back to their conversation and she fights the urge to roll her eyes even though her mother can’t actually see her. “You’re dating a pop star?!” she yells again and Camila is really starting to worry about her hearing.

“Mami, please calm down. Yes, I am in fact dating a pop star and it’s going well if you must know,” she says with a smile. The girl next to her smiles instinctively as well as she continues to play with the brown-eyed girl’s slender fingers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” and the slight hurt in her tone is enough for Camila to drop the attitude and appease her mom.

“I’m really sorry, mami,” she says sincerely. “I honestly was just making sure this was real,” she says while meeting the green-eyed girl’s curious gaze. “I had a hard time processing it in the beginning because it seemed too good to be true, so I’m really sorry I hadn’t told you.”

She hears her mother sigh and she knows she’s forgiven. “Alright, mija. But I want to meet this girl that’s got you all lovesick,” her mom teases her, letting her know that all is well.

“Okay that sounds good. When are you free?”

“I’ll drop by this weekend. How about this Saturday for dinner?”

“Yeah that works,” she says while kissing Lauren on the spot between her eyebrows, immediately easing her worries when she sees her scrunch her face in thought.

“Okay, take care, mija. Te quiero”

“I love you, mami. See you soon”

“So?” Lauren asks after a few seconds and goes back to nipping at Camila’s neck.

“My mom wants to meet you,” she says while closing her eyes tightly and preparing for Lauren’s reaction.

“What?!” the dark-haired girl says in surprise, jerking away from Camila in a panic.

“Can people stop yelling in my ear?” Camila says while cringing.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Lauren coos and sits back down next to Camila, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her. “But did you say that I’m going to meet your mother?” she asks nervously, the circles on the younger girl’s back getting progressively faster.

“Okay, hold up,” Camila says while taking Lauren’s hand in her own before the girl burns a hole in her back. “You’re gonna do great, baby. My mom will love you, I promise,” she says certainly. When the green-eyed girl just pouts, the brunette moves to straddle her and starts to kiss and suck the sensitive skin alongside her jaw and down her neck as Lauren closes her eyes in pleasure. “How about…I ease your nerves a bit?” she asks while pulling back with a smirk.

“That could work,” Lauren replies and abruptly flips them over so Camila is on her back.

–

Dinner with Camila’s mom, Sinu, goes better than either of the girls expected. Sinu is as welcoming and warm and kind as Camila is and took a liking to the dark-haired girl in a heartbeat. Sinu sees how Camila’s eyes light up every time the brown-eyed girl so much as looks Lauren’s way. The way they both get lost in one another and how they can’t seem to get enough of each other, always keeping close or playing with one another’s fingers, Sinu knows her daughter is in love with someone who cares just as much, if not more, for Camila and she couldn’t ask for anything else, especially after what Camila went through with her ex.

Sinu sees glimpses of how Lauren takes care of her daughter. She sees it in the way Lauren keeps a hand on Camila’s back wherever they go, no matter how short the distance. She sees it in the way the green-eyed girl looks at her daughter with tender eyes and soft smiles. She knows it by how the girl genuinely finds Camila’s terrible jokes to be the funniest thing to ever exist and in the way she comforts her with a sweet kiss when Camila pouts at her mom for saying only Lauren laughs at her jokes.

She has seen it in how Lauren had no qualms in standing up for her girl amidst media speculations and outrageous gossip, not caring about her own image as long as Camila is protected and kept safe.

After getting Sinu’s unwavering support and approval of their relationship, the two girls continue a relatively problem-free relationship. Camila cooks for Lauren while the dark-haired girl thanks her in kisses and orgasms. Lauren brings Camila to premieres and red carpets, giving her backstage access to meet her favorite artists and the brunette thanks her girl with her own kisses that take Lauren to heights she’s never been.

They learn to compromise with one another and it’s easy and comfortable and they fall for each other with each day that passes.

Lauren eventually learns to read Camila and her moods, mastering how to effectively deal with her jealous tendencies, knowing when to push her limits and when to back down.

They’re lounging on Lauren’s couch, the dark-haired girl lying on her stomach with her head on Camila’s lap and turned towards the TV while the brunette is sitting upright and browsing through her Instagram.

“Can you stop pouting so loudly?” Lauren’s voice is muffled by Camila’s sweats.

The brunette scrunches her face at the back of the dark-haired girl’s head. “How do you know I’m pouting?”

“I have a Camila Cabello pouting radar.”

When Camila doesn’t respond, Lauren reluctantly gets up from the comfort of Camila’s lap and stares at her girlfriend, who’s still pouting at her screen. “Come on, what’s got you all pouty?” she says as she paws Camila’s legs with her toes, making the girl squirm.

“Nothing,” she mutters.

“Okay then,” Lauren shrugs as she returns her attention back on the TV.

“I just think it’s funny that-” Lauren smiles at her wildly and the brunette catches herself mid-sentence and abruptly stops talking. “Oh my god, I’m a crazy girlfriend meme,” she pouts even more.

“Okay, how about you actually tell me what’s going on,” the dark-haired girl says while gently prying the phone away from Camila and setting it on the table before turning towards her girl to give the brunette her full attention.

“It’s nothing really,” she says as she crosses her arms across her chest and stares straight ahead. “Your best friend slash ex just likes a lot of your pictures on instagram, is all” she shrugs as if she’s not affected.

The green-eyed girl fights to keep her smile contained as she moves to straddle the girl and gently grabs her wrists so she can uncross the younger girl’s arms. She then brings a finger under the girl’s chin and slowly lifts it up so she can meet her eyes. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” the smaller girl scoffs, bringing her eyes down again from Lauren’s piercing ones.

“Aw baby,” Lauren coos as she dips her head to nuzzle Camila’s neck. “You’re my main ho, you know that right? Keana knows that” she yelps at the sting of Camila slapping her arm.

“Lauren!”

“I kid I kid,” Lauren says pulling back with a smile and leaning forward again to kiss Camila’s pout away. “You know I love you.”

They both freeze the moment the words are out of Lauren’s mouth and Camila opens her mouth, only to close it back again, opting to continue to stare at her girlfriend with wide eyes instead.

After a few tense moments, Lauren lets out a nervous laugh as she runs a hand through her choppy hair. “You don’t have to say anything back. I’ve known for a bit and I didn’t wanna scare you, but I guess that’s all out the window now,” she explains, still chuckling nervously. She meets Camila’s shocked brown eyes and smiles. “I love you and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way yet, I’ll wait.”

“Laur-” Camila doesn’t really know what to say so she’s thankful when she’s interrupted by a gentle hand on her cheek, Lauren’s thumb softly stroking her skin.

“It’s okay, I promise. Don’t feel like you have to say it back just because,” she says with gentle eyes and Camila’s heart constricts at the sight. She does love the dark-haired girl back. She knows it. She knows it by the way her heart speeds up every time someone so much as mentions the green-eyed girl. She knows it by the fact that whenever she’s with Lauren, it feels like it’s too much and not enough at the same time.

She doesn’t know why she can’t say it though.

So she kisses Lauren. She kisses her hard and passionately, bringing her hand to curl around the dark-haired girl’s neck as she pulls her down closer, swallowing her girlfriend’s gasps as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Camila kisses Lauren as if to say everything she can’t with words.

–

Dinah, Normani, Lauren, Camila, and Ally, which Camila learns is the green-eyed girl’s other best friend, whose job is to balance the crazy that the blonde Polynesian brings to her girlfriend’s life, are all sitting around Camila and Normani’s apartment, attempting to play board games like civilized human beings. Key word on attempting.

They’re playing monopoly at the moment and is on the verge of ruining every relationship they have formed with one another. Well, Normani and Lauren are still playing, the rest have resigned to their fate of defeat. Dinah was the first to go bankrupt after buying random properties and failing to build houses on them, while Ally eventually lost her money because she gave too many breaks to the other girls, feeling bad when she had to collect rent from them.

Camila had tried to seduce Lauren into paying with sexual favors instead of money for rent and was left unsatisfied and broke as the other girl rejected her advances, too focused on blocking Normani from building an empire on the New York properties while trying to build her own at the yellow spaces. Camila eventually relented when she went bankrupt and decided she was safe anyway because Lauren’s money was hers as well. She’d gladly have Lauren as a sugar mama.

Normani is on the verge of winning and forcing Lauren to mortgage her last property when they hear the doorbell ring. Camila looks around confused and Normani shrugs her shoulders because it’s almost eleven and the brunette was not expecting anyone that wasn’t already in the room.

The brunette gets up with a huff when she realizes no one else is going to get it and moves to open the door, yelling back at her friends, “Yeah no it’s okay, don’t get up. I got i-” Her words get caught in her throat when she turns around and sees who’s at the door.

“Luce?”

–

Dinah and Ally are with Lucy and Camila in the living room as they try to make small talk with the new girl while Normani and Lauren have retreated to the kitchen, pretending like they’re doing something other than burning holes to the back of the brunette visitor’s head.

“So, what brings you here?” Camila asks Lucy and she prays that her voice isn’t as unsteady as her heart.

“I was in town, so I thought we could catch up,” she meets Camila’s eyes pleadingly.

“So where are you based now?” Dinah tries to ease the tension in the room.

“Um, New York,” Lucy replies quietly.

“What do you do?” Ally jumps in the conversation.

“I’m a model.” There’s a flash of pain that crosses Camila’s features and the conversation hits a lull.

  “So, Lucy?” Lauren questions Normani as they stand idly by kitchen counter. “Who is she?”

“Um,” Normani laughs nervously as she fails to meets Lauren’s eyes while rubbing the back of her neck. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “She’s Camila’s ex. Her first love, first everything. She was Camila’s go-to person because her parents were never around. They were best friends before they started dating and Lucy left her to follow her dreams in New York,” she gets it all out in one breath and Lauren can see anger in her brown eyes. “Camila was an absolute wreck when she left and she didn’t even bother to check on her,” she scoffs disbelievingly.

Lauren lowers her gaze to the ground, her heart thumping in her chest as she swallows the lump in her throat. She tries to steady her heart enough to get her next words out.

“Do you think-,” she breathes out a shaky laugh. “Do you think she still loves her?”

Normani doesn’t need the clarification on which girl she’s referring to when she sees the hurt in Lauren’s green eyes.

“She cares about you a lot, Laur,” Normani says sincerely. “I know for a fact, you’re the most important person in her life right now.”

“Right, of course,” Lauren nods while furrowing her eyebrows, not sure if she’s agreeing with Normani or trying to convince herself she’s okay.

After a few more moments of awkward tension, Normani finally kicks everyone out, telling them it’s late and she needs her beauty sleep. Lucy seems disappointed, Camila looks like she’s still in a bit of a daze, while everyone else just seems relieved. Normani decides she’s staying with her boyfriend for the night, giving Lauren a wink at the end to let her know that she should talk to Camila.

After cleaning up after their friends, Lauren looks around the apartment and sees through the balcony door that Camila is leaning against its rails, in deep thought. She takes a deep breath and prepares her heart as she picks up the blanket off the back of the couch and nervously makes her way out onto the terrace to join the brunette. She gently cloaks the girl with the blanket and wraps her slender arms around the smaller girl’s waist delicately, resting her chin on her shoulder and she feels her girlfriend sigh and relax against her, as if her touch was all she needed to release the tension from her body.

“Are you okay?” the dark-haired girl asks quietly, her warm breath hitting Camila’s neck and sending shivers down the girl’s spine that has nothing to do with the night air.

Camila turns her head to meet concerned green eyes and nods her head in the slightest bit.

“Yeah,” her answer comes out breathy and she gives Lauren a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. The green-eyed girl wraps her arms a little tighter and closes her eyes, reveling in the girl’s warmth, hoping that the girl is really okay. That they’re really okay.

–

“Hey, honey, I’m home,” Lucy playfully sings through the apartment as she sets her things down and spots her girlfriend cooking in the kitchen. “Oooh, what you got over there?” she asks Camila as she sidles up behind her and hugs her from behind, leaving kisses down her neck while the girl just smiles at her actions. Camila turns her head to meet Lucy’s lips in a kiss before she gets back to cooking.

“Your favorite,” she says with a soft smile. Lucy reaches over and turns off the stove. “Luce!” she squeals as Lucy wraps her arms tighter around Camila and carries the laughing girl through the apartment to their bedroom.

“I’m craving a little something different,” she husks in her girlfriend’s ear as she sets her down on their bed before crawling towards Camila and seductively hovering over her.

–

“No, Lucy! Please don’t do this,” Camila sobs as she grabs hold of the girl’s retreating arm, her eyes pleading and desperate. “I love you. I love you so much, you don’t have to do this.”

Lucy looks at the pain in the girl’s eyes and she swallows hard while trying to keep her tears at bay. “I do have to do this, Cami. It’s what’s best for us.”

“No it’s not! How is this best for anyone? Why can’t we stay together while you’re in New York? We can make this work, I promise,” the girl continues to sob. “Please don’t leave me like this.”

“It’ll be too hard and just hurt us in the end, Cami. I have to do this on my own, it’s better that we end like this and we can look back on it and say we broke up on our terms and not because we slowly tore each other apart because of the long distance. I’m sorr-,” her words are cut off by a searing kiss as Camila tries to pour her heart out in the only way she knows best. She brings her hands to cradle Lucy’s face with both hands as she opens her mouth to deepen the kiss, conveying every emotion she’s feeling through this kiss. She pulls back and leans her forehead against the brunette.

“I love you, isn’t that not enough?” Camila can feel her herself losing her hold on Lucy. She can physically feel the girl pull away, taking Camila’s heart with her.

“I’m sorry,” Lucy says one more time, prying Camila’s hands from her face before going out the door and leaving Camila’s life and heart in shambles.

–

Camila is mindlessly flipping through the channels on her TV when someone knocks on her door. Begrudgingly, she gets up and opens it without really expecting anyone in particular and her heart drops at the sight of Lucy nervously wringing her hand in front of her.

“Hi,” the girl says quietly while meeting Camila’s eyes with a sad smile. “Can we talk?”

Camila feels like she’s on autopilot when she lets Lucy in and they decide to go on the balcony to talk even though Normani isn’t home.

  Lauren is going through the familiar streets that lead to Camila’s apartment, her movements practiced and easy as she’s been to the girl’s place for as many times as she’s been in her own penthouse. She’s quietly opening the girl’s door with a key Camila gave her with one hand, while trying to keep the bouquet of roses secure with the other when she’s finally able to push it open. Her girlfriend has been feeling down for the last couple of days and she plans on taking her out on a getaway weekend, because it’s been too long since she’s seen the brunette with a genuine smile and Lauren couldn’t take it anymore. She doesn’t really want to think about why Camila is sad because it feels like a stab to her own heart.

She finally spots the girl in the balcony and moves to surprise her when she halts in her tracks as someone else comes into view. She sees Lucy step towards Camila and cradle her face before leaning forward and taking her lips in a soft kiss. Lauren looks on and she can feel her heart tighten at the sight, her eyes blinking rapidly as she tries to keep her tears in. Oddly enough, she doesn’t seem too shocked, although that doesn’t really make it feel any less painful.

  Camila stands frozen as Lucy leans forward to kiss her and she instinctively closes her eyes at the familiar lips. She doesn’t reciprocate, but she doesn’t push the girl away either as she stands unmoving for a few moments. She’s finally snapped out of her daze when she feels Lucy swipe her tongue across her lips and she immediately pushes the girl off.

“No, Lucy,” Camila says with a shake of her head. The movement allows her to see somebody in the living room from her peripheral vision and when she turns to look, her heart drops to her stomach.

“Lauren!” she yells after the girl and hurriedly opens the balcony door as she sees the green-eyed girl slipping out the front door. “Lauren, wait!” the brunette yells down the hall as she tries to keep up with the girl’s pace.

The older girl abruptly stops and turns around with Camila almost running into her. Her green eyes are cloudy with unshed tears and she’s gripping the bouquet of roses so tightly that her knuckles are turning white. A myriad of emotions are visible on her face, pain being an obvious one, but to Camila’s surprise, anger isn’t one of them. Lauren just looks broken, and the brunette almost wishes she was angry instead. She’d take anger and yelling over the absolute anguish that’s marring the girl’s features. She looks a lot like someone who’s given up. Like someone who’s already lost the fight.

“Lauren, I can explain, please,” Camila begs.

Lauren just looks at her with the same hurt expression, staying silent the whole time.

“I – um – I’m sorry, I was –” Camila runs a hand through her hair frustratedly as she tries to gather her thoughts. When she can’t formulate a coherent response, Lauren just nods sadly,

“I thought so,” the green-eyed girl responds with a shaky breath. “You know I came here to tell you that they approved my request to postpone the few extra tour dates they wanted me to do before going back to the studio. I fought for this extra time so I could spend it with you because you’d been so down lately,” Lauren’s eyes drop to the ground. “I guess it’s best that I go on those tour dates after all.”

“No wait! Lauren, I love you,” she cries when she sees the girl start to turn.

Lauren gives out a pained laugh and shakes her head, as if trying to erase the girl’s words from her memory. She doesn’t want to hope for too much. “No you don’t. That much is clear to me,” she responds calmly, and her quiet demeanor chills Camila to the bone.

“Lauren,” Camila takes her hands and searches for her eyes. “I do, I love you,” she tries to convey her sincerity. “I was just caught off guard, I – it was – I’m sorry. I made a mistake by not pushing her away but I mean it when I say I love you,” tears are now streaming down her face.

“This is when you decide to tell me?” Lauren asks with a crack of her voice. “I’ve been dreaming of the day you say it back and you tell me when you think you’re gonna lose me,” she responds and Camila sees Lauren’s tears finally cascade down the slope of her cheeks.

“Laur, please belie-”

“I get it,” Lauren nods resolutely as she gently takes her hands away from Camila’s grip. The brunette’s heart shatters at the loss of Lauren’s warmth. “I can’t compete with that, now can I?” Lauren asks sadly. “First love, first everything?”

“There is no competition, Laur,” Camila sobs. “You’re the one I want.”

“Do you still love her?” Lauren asks as she watches Camila’s brown eyes swim with uncertainty.

Camila only hesitates for a second before she answers, “No.”

“Yeah, you need to work on your acting skills, babe” Lauren says with a sad smile as she brings a hand up to wipe the tears from Camila’s face, unable to help herself. “That’s why you couldn’t say it back, right? Because you still love her. And that’s okay,” she replies in a broken tone, as if conveying to Camila that she’s letting her go.

“No Laur, please believe me. Maybe I still care for her because we were friends for a really long time. I’ll always care for her, but I am not in love with her anymore, Lo. I love you,” she tries to convince the girl desperately.

Lauren just shakes her head once more. “I know what it’s like to be someone’s second choice, Camz,” she says, her voice barely audible. “Don’t put me through that again. Sort your feelings out, for your sake and for mine. Just –” she takes a deep breath in an attempt to steady her voice. “Take this time to make sure you know what you want, okay? I love you,” she says one last time before leaving a lingering kiss on the brunette’s forehead.

Camila watches Lauren go as she takes half of her heart with her. She walks back to her apartment, trying to keep herself from completely falling apart in the hallway and she sees Lucy sat on her couch.

“Get out.”

Lucy turns at the voice and immediately walks up to Camila, who takes a step back with her hand held out. “Cami, forget about her, okay? I’m the one that’s here, we can try agai-”

“How fucking dare you?” Camila spits out venomously, her tone low and her eyes cold. “How can you think that you can just walk out of my life and come waltzing back in like you didn’t completely break me when you left?”

“That’s why I’m here, Camila,” Lucy replies. “So we can try again”

“Really? You came back here because you’ve loved me all along and regret everything you did or is it because you saw on the news that I was with someone else. That I was happy?” she asks the girl with an icy tone. “Are you really that opposed to my happiness that you’d come back here just to ruin everything again?!”

“Please, we deserve a second chance,” the girl pleads.

“No we don’t! You don’t deserve another chance. I fucking followed you to New York,” Camila says, her voice cracking at the memory. “I tried to fight for us. And you sent me away, you were too busy living your dream, remember? You don’t love me, Luce” she shakes her head. “You love the idea of us. And now that you see me happy with someone else, you can’t stand it. You were my best friend, Lucy. If you truly care for me, you’d let me be happy,” she says resignedly. “So if you have nothing else left to say other than trying to get me back, you can go,” she says without looking at the girl.

Lucy looks at the girl pleadingly and hesitates before she finally leaves through the door, leaving Camila to break down in her own living room.

–

Lauren goes on tour and puts on a show for her fans, pouring all her attention on performing and tiring herself out so she wouldn’t have to cry herself to sleep. She doesn’t know if leaving for tour was the best decision, but she does know that her heart is tired and as much as she loves Camila, she needs to take care of herself too. She needs to put herself first.

Camila still stalks the dark-haired girl’s social media accounts, following her likes and reblogs, trying to keep up with the girl’s life even if it’s through a screen. She sees the green-eyed girl like a post about missing someone and heads to twitter, only to be met with her mentions being bombarded with #camrenisover tweets and it feels like her heartbreak is under a magnifying glass for the public to agonize over.

She’s moping again in her living room, scowling at the fact that Lauren’s newest picture has multiple comments from Keana, the girl leaving kissy face and heart eyes emojis all over the comments section.

“Okay, I can’t take this anymore,” Camila’s head snaps up at an irritated Normani standing over her. “This whole –” she gestures vaguely around her, “-moping around and being sad and I miss Lauren so much look isn’t attractive, Mila” she says sternly.

Camila tries to hold back her tears and Normani’s face immediately softens, opting to sit next to the brunette instead. “I just miss her so much, Mani” she nearly cries.

“Okay, you fucked up,” she ignores Camila’s glare. “But shouldn’t you be doing something about it?”

“What do you mean?” the brunette sniffles.

“Do you lover her?” Normani asks pointedly.

“Yeah, I know that now. I’d been waiting for closure with Lucy for so long, thinking that’s what I need to move on and then –” she hiccups from crying so much. “When I finally got it, like, it didn’t even matter. Seeing Lucy again only let me know that I really am over her. I will always care for her because she was a big part of my life, but,” she sighs. “I just don’t love her like that anymore. I love Lauren and I hate that it took losing her for me to finally admit to my feelings,” she cries even more and leans on Normani’s shoulder.

Her friend tries not to move away from the wetness she can feel seeping through her clothes and gives Camila a comforting pat on her shoulder. “But have you told Lauren about how you feel?”

“She said I didn’t know what I felt, but I do, Mani. I really do,” Camila says almost urgently as she pulls back to look her friend in the eye. “It’s like I don’t know what to do without her. I miss her smile, her eyes, her company, just all of her, and I feel so lost.”

“Okay, then maybe you should let her know just how much you love her,” Normani says gently. “Maybe she’s just waiting for you to fight for her.”

So Camila finds herself on a plane to Paris the next day where she knows Lauren is staying for a couple days before performing on stage for the city of love. She’s determined to let Lauren know that she’s nobody’s second choice. Not to Camila anyway.

The brunette quickly checks in the same hotel as Lauren’s crew (she contacted Dinah and bribed the girl for information in exchange for mending her best friend’s heart back from its shattered pieces) and takes the elevator to Lauren’s room, ringing the doorbell before she loses her nerve.

Her breath gets caught in her throat when it’s opened by Lauren, dressed casually in ripped jeans and a plain black v-neck shirt, hair looking like a carefully organized mess and face bare of make-up. She’s as breathtaking as Camila remembers, eyes as green as ever and lips looking as soft as when she last felt them on her own. It’s only been about a week since they last saw each other but Camila feels like she’s missed too much already.

“Camz,” Lauren breathes out, shock evident in her face. “You’re here. In Paris,” she says disbelievingly. “What are you – what are you doing here?”

The younger girl is about to answer when she hears Keana’s unmistakable voice ring through the room, “Who’s there, babe?” and the words grip at Camila’s heart.

“Oh – it’s um- it’s just Camila,” Lauren says as she looks back to where Camila assumes the girl is and Lauren’s words hurt even more as they seem to drag Camila’s heart through the confines of her ribs, throwing it on the ground to helplessly fend for itself.

Camila wills her tears back as she says in a small voice, “Can we talk?”

Keana comes up behind Lauren and her eyes widen at the sight of Camila. “Um,” she laughs nervously as she runs her hand through her flawless hair, Camila notes. “I’m gonna go for a walk,” she says as she moves out the door, ignoring Lauren’s pleading eyes. “Call me when you’re – when you figure it out, ya?” she finishes while walking away.

Lauren lets Camila in silently and before she can say anything, the brunette speaks first.

“I’m here to fight for you,” she says determinedly with a resolute nod of her head. “To show you that I fucked up by not immediately pushing her away, but I’m here to prove to you that I was honestly just caught off guard. It’s you that I want. It’s you that I love,” she says quietly.

Lauren shakes her head and starts to pace the floor. “Don’t do this if you’re not sure, Camila. It’s okay if you don’t know it yet, but don’t rush into things for my sake.”

Camila lets out a frustrated growl and looks at confused green eyes before she moves forward and wraps her hands around the back of Lauren’s neck as she pulls her forward for a hard kiss. The brunette swallows the dark-haired girl’s gasp and feels the girl relax when Lauren’s hands rest on Camila’s hips as they fall into a familiar rhythm. Their lips move against one another in a sensual dance and they fight the burning in their lungs to stay connected.

Camila pulls back as she tries to catch her breath and sees Lauren’s eyes still a little dazed. “I. love. you. I’m sorry for what I did but I know that I love you. I want to be with you and I’m going to do everything to show you just that,” she breathes out, keeping Lauren’s gaze as she tries to convey her feelings. “The first step is to tell you I love you, and that’s why I’m here. But I want you to know that I’ll still be here when you get back from tour and I’m going to win you back, okay?” she says with a smile.

“I’m – I -,” they’re interrupted when Lauren’s manager comes strolling in the room.

“Lauren we have to g-,” he stops mid-sentence when he sees the two and raises an eyebrow. “Am I interrupting something?”

Camila fights the urge to respond “yes,” and watches Lauren’s conflicted eyes move from Camila to her manager.

“I’m sorry, Camz,” she says as she gathers her things. “I have to go.”

“It’s okay, I’ve said what I needed to say,” Camila says as she picks up her jacket from the couch. “Just know that I’m going to wait for you. You deserve someone fighting for you, Laur,” the brunette says with a smile.

–

Lauren is standing outside of Camila’s hotel door (she’d contacted Normani about Camila’s room in exchange for fixing her best friend’s broken heart) and tries to calm her heart that is thundering hard against her chest.

The tension she feels dissipates immediately when Camila opens the door dressed in SpongeBob sleep shorts and a shirt with a small rainbow flag. She’s wearing huge glasses and her hair is in a messy bun, her bangs stubbornly framing her face while a pizza is hanging halfway in her mouth and Lauren knows she’s in love.

“Laur,” she squeals in surprise, her voice muffled by the pizza. She quickly sets the pizza on the box lying on her bed and hurriedly wipes her hands on her shirt as she chews quickly, flushing a deep red when she sees Lauren watching her with an amused smile.

Lauren lets herself in and turns around to address the flustered brunette.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Which one?”

“About you loving me?”

“A hundred percent,” and Camila sees relief wash through Lauren’s features as her plump lips curve into a soft smile.

“Okay then.”

“Okay then what?”

“Okay then we can try again,” she shrugs as if she hadn’t just shocked Camila’s heart back into life. “I love you and you love me and I don’t want to waste any more time apart,” she says sincerely as she meets watery brown eyes.

“I love you,” Camila whispers as she surges forward to kiss Lauren deeply, instinctively wrapping her arms around the girl’s neck as the green-eyed girl wraps her own slender arms tightly around her waist, lifting her in the air. Lauren’s heart flutters in her chest and her nerves alight at being able to touch Camila again. She can taste pizza and love and Camila’s laugh in the kiss and she can’t get enough. Eventually, their smiles are too wide to maintain the kiss so they break apart reluctantly.

“So, you’ll be waiting for me when I finish the tour?” the green-eyed girl asks as they pull apart slightly, arms still around one another.

“I’ll wait for forever if I have to baby,” Camila responds with a cheeky smile.

–

@camilacabello97: there’s nothing like me and you and you know it 🌙

@LaurenJauregui: I know it ☀

@jaureguicabello5eva: excuse me, some people are tryna sleep @camren

@camren4lyfe: for the love of god, camren, leave our hearts out of this

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A/N:

Hey everyone,

Hope y’all are doing okay and living your best lives, and if not, working on it at least.

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Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend and stay safe please (esp. if you’re getting snow).

-Maddox